#i crave sumeru content every day

[aha-chuu]

Love the sethos voicelines because like Sumeru was already great for university AUs but now we have Cyno's weird adoptive brother (or really Cyno is the weird adoptive brother of the two) and Scara has a way to actually be involved as the campus cryptid and no one is making any arguments about Alhaitham and Kaveh obviously fucking to any outside perspective but everyone who knows them got too used to it to notice and now all we need is,, like,, Albedo to roll up as an exchange student and we've got the perfect terrarium to set up university AU multiple pairings mutual pining

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✎ that poor birdy. ft. xiao x gn!reader content. fluff, a little hurt/comfort, naive (?) reader - they don’t know xiao isn’t human :p a little bit of xiao falling in love while being really inexperienced with it. mentions of xiao as a birdy ! not proofread 'm sorry >~< w.c. 1.5k words

notes. uuuuuuuu i loves him so much ;; santa pls can i has him under my nonexistent tree this year taglist. @ryuryuryuyurboat @soleillunne @rainswept

you followed the routine meticulously whenever you needed it, which was usually always when the inspiration runs dry from your veins. it stumps you every time, being in that scenario as a member of the wanwen bookhouse in liyue harbor. you never particularly want xingqiu chasing after you on whether you have any new material to publish.

the idea was first proposed in its early stages by a close friend - at least, that’s what you call him. you had been grumbling over a cup of steaming hot tea, head in your hands as you whined to xiao about an upcoming deadline.

“why don’t you travel for inspiration?” he had suggested and within seconds, your face had lit up. you stared at him with glittering eyes, a hopeful glimpse into your future right before you. xiao shifted nervously under your gaze, his gloved hands cupping his own cup of tea as he glanced away, the tips of ears feeling warm.

suddenly you would start disappearing for days, sometimes even weeks as the birth of your new found routine began. it was the saviour of your writer’s block, filling you to the brim with stories and poetry that everyone at the wanwen bookhouse fawned over. xiao never pondered where you would run off to, in all fairness he assumed you was prancing off to mondstadt, sumeru and even inazuma.

he never chased you up on it. after all, his suggestion had merely been a case of him trying to get the oddly clingy human that appeared from nowhere off his back for more than a day. your presence suffocates him as a yaksha and he takes your absence in his stride yet he leans against the railing of his room at wangshu inn, staring out at the endless stars all clustered together on a backdrop of indigo and he sees how your eyes glittered that day, like you had captured the stars and put them in your eyes. almost like fireflies in a glass jar.

xiao did however presume you was at least obsessed - his words, you simply call it a normal friendship - with him enough to bring back trinkets from your adventures but you come back empty handed each time with only a proud grin on your face as you dump your newest works onto the male. part of him is glad that you don’t, after all gifting on such a level outside of special occasions could come off as mating to the male bird. the other part of him - the humanoid part of him - wishes you would do it at least once to fill the empty void in his heart left from centuries of avoiding contact with people.

the kitchen at the wangshu inn is usually busy around this time of day as workers gather for their lunch break or couples take a leisurely stroll across the guili plains whilst liyue’s weather remains so warm and tender, humid to the touch with a cool breeze. xiao knows this well from how long he’s resided at the very top of the inn, where the breeze catches just right and rustles golden leaves above his head. the noise brought by the mortal world’s lunchtime would soon cease and he’d be left in the solace he craves so desperately to ease his pains; that is disregarding the fact that xiao finds the kitchen too noisy on this day.

someone jogging up the steps is enough for xiao to hide, after all he’s not expecting visitors nor does anyone ever seek him out on purpose now but he catches sight of your familiar head of hair and the waft of almond tofu through the leaves, the plate held carefully in your hands. he tries to make his sudden appearance calm, as if he’d always been there - you’re too innocent to put together myth to reality, even with his mask tucked securely to his hip.

“you’re back again,” he comments, gold eyes watching you carefully as you spin on your heel to face him, your initial look of confusion ebbing away at the sight of him, “almond tofu?”

“i figured i’d come back with a gift, at least,” you chime with a grin, holding out the plate to him. seeing your smile after a few days affects xiao more than he’d care to admit, his stomach filled with the odd sensation of butterflies - and a gift? “i remember you saying you liked almond tofu.”

the pale skin of his cheeks seems to flush with a subtle hue of pink causing the yaksha to flicker his glance away from you as he takes the plate of almond tofu, mumbling his thanks. what was this feeling? his brows almost knit together in confusion; could it be karmic debt? perhaps your presence as a mortal human was finally taking its toll on him. xiao parts his lips to excuse himself from your vicinity, wondering if he could gather some believable lies to get you off his back but he stares at the small details on your face and how you still smell like parchment and ink instead.

xiao moves away from you - albeit a little reluctantly - to the table presented neatly with two chairs by the railing, hidden in the shade of wangshu inn's great auburn tree. he settles in one of the chairs, clearing his throat as he watches you lean against the aforementioned railing.

"so where did you go gallivanting off to this time?" he asks curiously, taking small bites of the almond tofu you'd presented to him. it comes to him that he's never once asked where you go when you disappear from him and apparently the question catches you off guard when he glimpses how your eyes seem to widen a little in surprise, processing his sudden interest in your adventures.

"oh! i was camping out at qingyun peak again!" you lean back against the railing, letting liyue's breeze tickle your skin like a warm breath fanning down your neck. xiao pauses mid-bite, golden eyes blinking in bewilderment as he gazes at you. was that all? he furrows his brows, after all he had truly expected you to be going abroad to new lands for your inspiration - he's even more caught off guard by how you said again… so it wasn't your first time?

"is that all?" he voices aloud, listening to the sound of your sweet laugh on the wind at his response. the strange feeling in his stomach turns again and he almost drops the almond tofu on his spoon, clearing his throat as he looks away from you quickly. these feelings were not painful for him, he begins to realise in turn. the heat of his ears and the way his neck and cheeks soon matched their temperatures, the shake of his gloved hands and how his stomach felt like it was flipping - these were not associated with pain nor karma, confusing the yaksha further.

"eeyup!" you pop the 'p,' grinning over at him before looking up at the roof of wangshu inn, noting the numerous bird nests filled with eggs before you remember something you wished to bring up to him, "but i heard a little birdy calling out during the night, it sounded so sad."

xiao hums in response, turning his focus back to the almond tofu he was finding the most delectable - if you had made it like he assumed, you truly was an amazing cook. he considers voicing that thought out loud before he realises you are mumbling about the small bird you'd heard and xiao begins to ponder what type of bird you must have heard. in the middle of night and at qingyun peak… the more he thinks about it, he soon chokes on the tofu he was chewing. he clears his throat to cover his embarrassment, hiding his face as he waves you off when you rush to his side.

you'd heard him. xiao's heart races, thumping against his ribcage at how he gets himself out of this situation. how would he even begin to explain that the bird is lamenting, calling for its dead friends that will never return? his eyelashes flutter shut for a moment.

"i'm sure the bird is fine." he tries to reassure once he has finished chewing the tofu. you give him a thankful smile at his reassurance, settling in the chair opposite him with a drastic sigh.

"i hope so… that poor birdy," you go quiet for a moment, gaze drifted off into the distance in thought and xiao takes the moment to recollect himself, leaning back in his chair as he admires you subtly. you really was starting to become a pain for him, "you'll have to join me next time so you can hear it! you seem to know a lot about birds, xiao - maybe we can go find it!"

xiao grimaces but he doesn't let it show, a crack of a smile on his face at the sentiment behind you caring so much for this bird; caring for him, without ever realising it. perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to let you a little closer, after all these pains weren't hurting him.

"i'll have to take you up on that offer." he muses, fixing his gloves as a wide beam brightens up your face. oh, what a grave he has dug for himself.

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[kai-malewife]

|Love In Madness|

Alhaitham x fem!reader

Summary: Fluttering heart and heated cheeks were far from a customary occurence for the notoriously heartless scribe of the Akademiya. Now unable to do owt but long for you more and more as you slowly worm your way into his heart, his walls crumble, arms wide open for you, and you only.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff turns to smut (under the cut), explicit content, penetration, slight breeding kink, slight size kink, very vanilla overall, established relationship

Cross-Posted on Ao3 @ Zhonglis_cake_saves_lifes

Link : here !

In the eyes of most, Alhaitham is a man of few words; prefering to be left alone, nose buried in a book, rather than to indulge in idle chatter. A man driven by sheer logic, a seeker of knowledge with no particular aim beyond leading a good life. If one were to ask him what he most yearned for, he would no doubt dismiss the question with a shrug and state that he was already content with his current situation. After all, he owned a house, held an influential position, and is by no means lacking mora. The scholar seldom coveted more.

That is, until the day you came crashing down into his world. 

Alhaitham felt as though he had lived his entire life before you in sepia. That from the moment you first blessed him with that radiant smile of yours, his universe suddenly brimmed with colors so vibrant, so warm it overwhelmed him. Henceforth, it was no longer the old dusty books from the house of Daena that filled the scribe's mind, but countless thoughts of you; inhabiting his sweetest dreams and keeping him awake during sleepless nights. 

Fleeting images and transient fantasies, seeds of love sown in the depths of his barren heart, blossoming steadily with the passage of time, nurtured by the everlasting fire in your eyes as you gaze upon one another, as he, who scorned physical proximity, grew to seek you out, to crave your time, your touch, your voice...

It never went unnoticed. Not to him. The way your lips pursed into a soft pout when you focused on the assignment due the following week, how your eyes glimmered in response to his invitation to grab coffee or lunch together, the lovely way your cheeks oh so adorably flushed at his teasing remarks.

But the Scribe was no fool. In spite of his emotional inexperience, he was well aware that the feelings he harbored for you were far greater than that of mere friendship. 

He knew that the lingering warmth on his cheeks and the tingling redness on the tips of his ears were not caused by the humid summer temperatures of Sumeru, but rather by the compliment you just paid him regarding his intellect, or the unusual color of his eyes. If it were anybody else, he would not even bother acknowledging them, solely nodding and uttering a curt "I know". But you? He would swallow whole each and every single word that would slip past your lips, all ears for you and you alone, keeping track of the minutest details, whether they be trivial comments or mindless thoughts. 

Many were those who had pointed out how he appeared to be wearing a smile rather than a frown lately, a bizarre phenomenon for those who had grown accustomed to the ostensibly cold and stoic Akademiya scribe. 

And he knew. 

He knew that you were slowly carving out a place in his heart.

He knew he had fallen head over heels for you and your perfect smile. You and your kind heart. You. All of you.

It was illogical and he knew.

He knew, he knew, he knew, he knew…

He knew and it was driving him insane. 

How all those years of routine, all those years of building walls, all those years of pursuing knowledge with only logic as a guide, fell apart at the sole sight of you. You and your intoxicating words. You and your delicate touches. You.

It is only when Kaveh intervenes that something is finally done about it. A bouquet of freshly picked Sumeru roses in hand and clad in the attire the blond architect deemed most appropriate, Alhaitham finally stands before you. And albeit he stammers a little on the first few words, heart hammering out of his chest, he confesses. His monotone voice and detached demeanor notwithstanding, you can sense that he means each individual syllable. 

His love overflows, spills out until his whole being is flooded. Love. A feeling so foreign, yet so very familiar. So comforting, so inviting. Just like you.

Never in a million years would the scribe ever have suspected that he, out of all people, would fall prey to such a feeling. Yet there he was. Submerged by it.

And now too, his love was overflowing.

Gentle pecks had gradually grown into ardent, sloppy kisses, his tender embrace reduced to nothing but wandering hands, tracing every last curve of your body with the utmost care. You can hardly contain a quiet chuckle as you catch a glimpse of his eyebrows through half-lidded eyes; knitted together in concentration as his plump lips cast a spell on you, leaving you eager for more. 

His tongue drifts away from yours to latch onto your neck, drawing a few gasps and whines from you as he sucks on your sensitive skin, a few purplish bruises and patches of red left behind. Sculpted torso presses against your breasts as his much larger figure looms over your frame, his length grazing ever so briefly over your glistening folds.

‘’Tell me if it hurts.’’

At your nod, he cautiously sinks into you, shuddering at the rush of lustful pleasure your cunt, clenched tightly around his shaft, sends coursing through him. Alhaitham patiently waits for you to accommodate his size, fondly stroking the arc of your waist with one hand and gently wiping away the tears threatening to fall from the corners of your eyes with the other, motionless until you urge him to move.

His thrusts are slow -painfully so- as he breathes out sweet nothings and sugary praises against your ear amidst soft moans and low whimpers. The feeling of his throbbing erection rubbing against your walls almost sends you over the edge, overstimulating you.

The vision bearer cups your cheeks, planting some more kisses all over your face, tenderly gazing down at your lovely figure struggling to fully take him and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. For the first time in forever, the usually eloquent scribe was at a loss for words…

‘’You feel… so good. Too good.’’ 

How? Oh archons, how did he manage to get so lucky? He, who had cast aside others in favor of learning, he who had always placed logic above all else, he who had never bathed in the warmth of a lover until you came along.

His mind muddled by these once foreign feelings, his pace hastened, cock twitching in anticipation. All he could think about was the sensation of your nails digging into his back and the beautiful noises pouring from your throat blending with his own. 

You feel his liquid heat flood your womb the moment you both reach your climax, heavy breaths and feverish eyes. Alhaitham finally bottoms out, satisfied, before lying down beside you, eyes laden with thousands of words he wishes he could say to you right now if his train of thought wasn't so scattered. In the end, he settles for the most straightforward answer.

‘’I love you.’’

This was my first time writing smut, I hope you liked it!